Melt (The Catching of the Butterfly)

Melt (The Catching Of The Butterfly)

Nefilim

As she crawls from my hands

Her eyes I think they've found me

Matter

Blood

Her features cease to be traced

Oh forgive me

Now have your place with god

Innocence can be hell

Of the perfumed and penetrated flesh

She's melting, melting away

Of the passions that see and destroy us

This subtle fire, the secret flame

Torture by desire

Transformation from flesh to spirit

Melting, just melt away

There's a stillness

Between the light and me

Nothing but dreams and decay

And the angel

Whose wounds are my lamentation

Oh just melt away

Melting, Melting away...